My beloved Pepsi
Dave and I were in Costco this morning buying stuff for the Boy Scout campout at Pacific Beach tonight and tomorrow when the most wondrous thing befell my eyes. In the food court, there is usually two Coke fountain machines. Today was a glorious day because sometime last night, the Pepsi fairy came and got rid of those ol' nasty Coke machines. Let me tell you about my love affair with Pepsi. Ever since I was little, I would try to convince my mom and dad to buy me Pepsi with little success. Of course everyone knows that pop is not the best thing for a person to drink. That meant little to me. Fast forward to adulthood and now I can have Pepsi any time that I want. Of course this means that I must trade my hard earned money for it, but do that I must. You also have to know that I rarely actually buy the stuff to drink at home. I just cannot justify spending the grocery money on something so precious...I mean...unhealthy. When my children were learning how to talk, they didn't say the regular "momma" or dadda". No....my brilliant children said the word..."Pepsi". In fact, Pepsi helped diagnose Sarah's hearing loss. When she was about two years old, I used to get upset that she wouldn't listen to me. I would tell her something, or call her name, and she would just ignore me. Well, that wouldn't do....so I tried to ask her a question with something that I knew she would want. "Sarah, do you want a Pepsi?" Nothing....no acknowledgment or anything. I KNEW then that something had to be wrong with her hearing because NO child could ever refuse drinking Pepsi. So...now you know why I am so ecstatic over seeing my beloved Pepsi at the Costco food court.